Chapter 66

In places like this, what’s most abundant are the worn-out clothes carelessly piled up everywhere. It’s unclear where these clothes came from or who they were scavenged from, and one can only hope they don’t carry any unpleasant germs.

But at least they’re clothes—enough to cover the body.

If it weren’t for the fear of being labeled as "abusing a hostage" after rescuing someone, Lin Mo would’ve just picked up Fujiwara Kawako, activated his Sandevistan, and done a 100-meter dash to get her back to the car. At that point, who cared about privacy—nobody would even see them.